Trundling Poems | Examples

the known lost

The loss of the known

A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left, where the road winds to the right, a café 
I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog, if left outside
would fret

A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn, but I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make up for to fill in the blanks.

Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before, his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now

The Loss of the Know

The loss of the known

A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along 
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going 
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret

A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall 
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
 I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up 
to fill in the blanks.

Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog 
walking down a road he had never been to before; his mother 
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now he was alone and lacked a compass.

Life Or Poetry

I was never born a poet
But a pauper standing on a pulpit
Penning words in spring tide dings
Ritzy scribbling like trundling rings

Talons of my feet
Seething grounds I scratch and leet
Feathers I preen and wag
Over my scruff I rip and gag

On rivers and wells I soak and dip
Shimming on reflections I gobble or sip
Over hills and cliffs I hover  and skip
Your face I slip over my lip


"Poetry brought life to a dreamer as a penner
  But why is life more important than poetry as a winner?"


(Prosebite)

Off To School

OFF TO SCHOOL

So you're off to boarding school,
It'll be the making of you, my lad,
Muses the bespectacled gentleman,
Sat behind his morning paper, 
The commuter train steaming 
Its trundling way
Past opened curtains 
Of genteel suburbia.

Familiarly hypnotic rhythm 
From the clickety-clacking track
Continues, scarcely heeded 
By the carriage's motley clientele, 
Disturbed from comatose reveries, 
Enduring the drilled strains 
Of unwelcome conversation.

Hostile eyes look up in 
Bristling annoyance
At a shy, enclosed boy, 
Who keeps locked-in silence 
On his first uncertain foray
Into the strange world beyond 
The comfortable boundaries
Of his homely playpen.

Leaving Tennessee

Time is vertical in motels,
it travels red-eyed in elevators.
It’s an out of sequence conversation
you have with an ice bucket.
Barefoot hours drop their hairballs into air-ducts,
spindrifts of sweat drift unfiltered.

Morning lifts ears first,
they open eyes in your mind.
Early risers thump down hallways,
trundling wheels pulled by heavy hands.

Perched on a sagging bed,
one sock in hand,
drinking sour wine from a plastic cup,
you roll underwear into a ball
packing  lost hours away
into a small suitcase.

You wonder how to leave this town,
how to check out of this wrinkled room
with the same face you came with?

Ice Cream Delight

After a tedious trek along the rugged path
On a humid sunny afternoon
With no cool shade to rest under
The thought of an ice cream came to mind
That made my mouth drool

I longed for a cone of cream 
Blended with strawberries, 
Sprinkled with nuts and almonds
A delectable sundae, 
Dressed in pink and white

As I desperately looked for,  
My favourite frozen treat
Wow, there came an ice cream vendor
With a four wheeled cart trundling along!
From him I bought one waffle cone,
Filled with large scoops of fluffy cream

As its delicious strawberry flavour,
Invaded my tongue 
Oh, it was heaven!

I felt its infinite smoothness, 
As the texture of satin or silk,
Soaking my parched mouth.
With my taste buds waltzing on my palate, 
It slid down through my gullet
And its creamy sweetness 
Sent thrills down my throat
Cooling my thummy and beating the heat.

This delectable dish is too yummy to resist
No wonder, to get ice cream, children scream!

June.22.2022

Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward

A Place Just Right - Reprise

The Greyhound reels over creaking axles.
Northern Kentucky puts on weight in summer,
a green mélange thickens,
yet inside our trundling tube, 
joints rattle,
gears burn through paunch and muscle.

We lurch over a crest down into a holler
An old Shaker Hymn booms across the radio:
When we find ourselves in a place just right
'Twill be in the valley of love and light.

I have often longed to be 'in a place just right,'
to be at ease in these bucking bones,
even when breathing this smother 
of body odor and diesel.

Then we dip down into a valley.
At a wooden store advertising cold beers
we stop. 
"Is this the right place?" I ask.
"It’s as close as we get", says the driver.


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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.

A Place Just Right

The Greyhound reels over creaking axles.
Northern Kentucky puts on weight in summer,
a green mélange thickens,
yet inside our trundling tube, 
joints rattle,
gears burn through paunch and muscle.

We lurch over a crest down into a holler
An old Shaker Hymn booms across the radio:
When we find ourselves in a place just right
'Twill be in the valley of love and light.

I have often longed to be 'in a place just right,'
to be at ease in these bucking bones,
even when breathing this smother 
of body odor and diesel.

Then we dip down into a valley.
At a wooden store advertising cold beers
we stop. 
"Is this the right place?" I ask.
"It’s as close as we get", says the driver.

Milo

Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.

Dad's face, a fiery-red,  storms from the shed
where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream.

Milo's feet meander back to the scene
as words of fire enflame dad's bulging neck.
"You'll wear the shoes that spooked the cow!" he roars.

So Milo moseys off to dad's bidding.
The cream a'squish-squish-squishes from the seams
of shoes like steam escaping old train wrecks.

Milo mumbles, "Guess I'd best be moving
along that dusty road to bring back Cow,"
with no concern for who will mend the fence.

written March 13, 2018

Dolphin

DOLPHIN

                        Dolphin! Cheerful funny sea-animal.
                       Amusing cute under-water mammal.
                                  frolic and fond of music,
                                  witty creature to mimic,
                       tumbling, trundling, toppling, phenomenal.

                      Most attractive type of wonderful whale,
                     can be properly trained to behave well.
                                 Dolphins like human being,
                                make sound like giggling,
                     breathe in Air, yet choose Water to dwell.
   	   
01/07/18

 'Sea Tales Limericks' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
 Sixth Place

Trundling Along

Fields swayed with golden rye
As on my bike, I trundled by.
A gentle breeze cooled my brow
As I passed some languid cows.

Some lay down, chewing cud
Some sought shade, where they could.
The searing sun stilled the air
On I rode, without a care. 

Through the sun drenched countryside
Immersed in nature on my ride.
Sweet sweet music, cheered me on
As little birds sang me a song.

Then a fisherman I past,
His arms aloft in hopeful cast.
On gossamer line his fly sped out
A tempting morsel for a trout.

I gave a wave, then on I went
The sun beat down without relent.
But oh, the joy of a cycle ride
Through the English countryside.

No fairer day could be had
What could a heart be, but glad
To trundle verdant country lanes
On and on, in happy vein.

Disaffection

Your vibrant smile
haunts me every now and then
Sashaying strut like a peacock
is how I remember you
How come I recall only good things about you?
In my present condition,
I'm morbidly disaffected
Clear blue skies look to be dull grayish
In my pond of friends,
I thrash about like a dying goldfish
Ever since we split,
we remain a gossip item
The loss of your personal connection
has filled me with such disaffection
I loathe sleep,
being awake zombies me
Trundling off to work each day
in a coal miner way
So dark,
deep down in the tunnel
of my heart
Three weeks without a shave,
hollow nights of delta blues lullabies
in a den of flashing neon lights
Disaffection
has taken hold of me
Remembering your last words;
they rattle around in my head,
trapped in the throes of misery

Limerick: Once a Pretty Pole Psychologist

Limerick: Once a pretty Pole psychologist

     for Ewa

Once a pretty Pole psychologist
Who preferred fast pedalling cyclist(s)
Kept a velo d’apparte*
And a Tour de France dart
Found trundling Bone-Shaker* merry twist.

•	Velo d’apparte(ment) = exercise bike
•	Bone-Shaker = first French bicycle, invented and manufactured by Michaux during the 1860s, whose framework was made of wrought iron and whose wooden wheels were bounded by iron tires.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Sandy Times

Sandy Times
Trundling over soft
feet deteriorating downwards

Attempting migration
to impenetrable grains

Dramatic curving seas
landscaped for eyes to dance upon
 
Cloudy lilied surf
circumnavigates at the foot

Colourful daystar
skulks dreamingly away 

Big whites enshroud
the navigating splendor 

Scattered coral
Impinges the mind

Pebbles placed into
Intriguing decorations
On now rigid sand

Destinations met
The soul refreshed

Remembering
enjoying
Sandy times

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